I finger fucked her ass and massaged her clit a moment. Then I leaned forward and fucked her pussy with about twenty hard deep thrusts. As her shot ...ack and she all but screamed I withdrew. She came hard. I smiled wickedly and watched her shake and throb. I stepped away and retrieved her bag. I put on her harness and got the lube out. I lubed her asshole and finger-fucked her some more. Then I eased my cock back into her pussy and let her feel the weight of the dildo against her ass. . ’ I was putting my bits and pieces in my elderly leather satchel. ‘I still do, Emily.’ I couldn’t look at her of course. This was because she was the object of my current crush. It’s so easy to write for someone about whom you harbour deep longing. You write your fantasy image of her, dress her as you would want her to dress, give her words you want her to say. ‘Did I do OK?’ Emily is not the sort to show her need for reassurance and I was momentarily stunned. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No. OK is a long way. “What did you do to me? I think I never ever had an orgasm like this. Did I really pass out?”“Jenny, I just fingerfucked your little twat and yes, you passed out. Why didn’t you tell me that you are a squirter?”“I squirted, really? Didn’t know I could do that…”Grabbing me boner she said: “You like it, right? Now I want you to fuck my brains out. I want to feel that monster-dick in my soaked pussy. Let me squirt again!”“Hell yeah!” with that I grabbed her ass and positioned the head of my steel. She needed to take a shower.She heard her cell phone beeping. She had a voice message. She sighed, crossed the room, grabbed the cell phone off the dresser and hit the button that played her messages. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard Cameron's voice."Sarah, it's Cameron," he said. "It's lunch time and I'm on the cafeteria pay phone. They told me you went home, sick. I just wanted to call and see if you're okay, and to tell you that I love you. I know you're mad at me, but I can explain.